Monday, February 22, 2010

Just give me my soft porn, damnit

Came back from Kits on Friday night. Michael and I got caught up in curling at a local pub. It was hilarious. I was like "I really don't understand how the game is played, but we must stay to ensure Canada wins".
Canada, unfortunately, did not win on Sunday. Nor did they deserve to. What a dismal game. I hope they beat the nihilists on Wednesday, but mostly I don't care.
Today Michael came with me early in the morning to drop off my car for a new timing belt. I totally could've fixed that myself. Anyways, we walked over to his work but we first stopped at McDonalds for breakfast. We each had a muffin and a coffee and he also had an Egg McMuffin. The bill came to $5.79. I said "yeah, I got this one". I can't get over the muffin and coffee deal! And the coffee is better than Starbucks. My dad would've been over the moon with this deal. I love my dad.
I'm a little nervous because tomorrow is the first day of the "learn to run 10k" clinic after work tomorrow. I mean, I know how to run 10k. And 21.1k. And also 42.2k. But I don't know how to talk to people and I don't know most peoples' names because it's a really big office and I really, really don't want to turn people off of running so I hope that I am a shining beacon of enthusiam and positiveness tomorrow.
Cause that's who I am.
Oh god.
In other news, halfway into a sex scene with Portia De Rossi and Joely Richardson (Nip/Tuck: natch) this thing pops up that says that I need to subscribe to some-bug infested site that will undoubtedly use my computer in some Russian black market credit card gambit in order to continue.
I guess there are no free lunches.
I lie. I get free lunches all the time thanks to the horseshoe.
I have a beautiful life, thanks to the horseshoe. It's like fate is paving the way for me to become something great.
Like a sommelier.
Or a travel writer.
Maybe a vintner.
Or Tiger's mistress.
Ah, but accountancy is the life for me...

1 comment:

judith said...

I come home every afternoon to the Hubby kicked back in the recliner 'participating' in Curling. He want's to be on a team, says he's sure they would let him smoke and drink while playing this game. We don't get it either. The US sucked on ice at it. LOL. Now we're backing the neighbors.